Am I crazy? (✔)

Month 1

Hope you like.

Apparently, Rachelle met a guy in one of her classes. By the looks of it, she enjoys his company...a lot.

She couldn't stop talking about him. Everyday she'd talk about him with you. How handsome he was, a true gentleman, funny and smart...

Having told your parents, they seem quite intrigued of your sister's friend. Specially even more by hearing he's studying to become a doctor.

Its been already a week. Now Rachelle mostly spends her time texting the guy when she's at home, to school wears even more revealing clothes and puts on a ton of makeup.

She should be more natural...and less desperate.

More...her.

Silly, funny, quirky, caring...

You thought as you were sitting on the living room couch, doing your homework. Your parents are still working, and Rachelle is upstairs in her room.

Homework is horrible.

You tapped the pen's eraser on your notebook's page.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Grunting by the interruption, you stood up and walked towards the door.

As you were about to look through the door's peep hole, a squeal erupted upstairs, making you jump.

Rachelle's loud voice resonated. "He's here!! I'm still not ready!! (Y/N) let him in!! Tell him I'll be down in a moment!!"

Your eyes widened.

She invited a guy here? When mom and dad aren't around?? Is she crazy!?

You took a long breath and twisted the door knob, slowly opening the door. You poked your head out.

There stood an elegantly dressed, not bad looking man. Holding books in one hand.

He looked down at you. Surprisement written all over his face. "My apologies. Must have gotten the wrong house."

"Are you here to see Rachelle Payne?"

His eyebrows rose and he flashed you a perfectly white teeth smile. "Yes, I am."

"She'll be down in a moment...come in." You were hesitant in inviting him, but if anything happens you kept your cellphone close to call the cops.

"Thank you." He smiled.

As he got in, you closed the door and gestured for him to sit down.

Hurriedly, you tried gathering your school materials laying on the small table in the center of the room, between the couches, not interested in talking with the guy. Seems he had other plans.

"Rachelle didn't tell me she had a sibling."

You rolled your eyes.

Why would she.

You shrugged. "Must've slipped her mind."

"Your both very different."

"In many ways." You added.

He chuckled. Then extended a friendly hand towards you. "My name's Vincent Fox."

You looked at him, then glanced at his hand and shook it firmly. "Nice to meet you."

"And your name is..."

"(Y/N)."

He smiled. "That's an interesting name. (Y/N)."

"Thank you."

Finally organizing your materials, you stood up. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Oh, no thank you. I wouldn't want to be a bother."

"It's fin-"

Heavy footsteps came down the stairs.

Always wanting a big entrance.

Both of you looked at Rachelle, walking towards you with a very short black tight dress and same colored heels.

She smiled, looking at Vincent. "Sorry I took so long..."

"Not at all. I was able to meet (Y/N) because of it."

Looking over at you, he gave a wide smile.

You noticed how his eyes started to compare both of your appearances. Although you wore a casual T-shirt and pajama bottoms.

He ended staring more...at you.

You took Rachelle by her arm and fake smiled. "Dear sister, I'd like to have a word with you in the kitchen."

"Can't we talk later?"

"No. Now." You said sternly.

She sighed. "Fine." She turned a moment towards Vincent. "One moment please."

Finally in the kitchen and out of earshot, you turned to her. "Are you crazy!? Did you even ask mom and dad for permission!?"

She crossed her arms. "No. I'm an adult. I can make my own decisions."

"You only have that right when you get a roof of your own."

She waved you off. "Whatever (Y/N). This is MY business. Stay out of it."

"Good. Cause I want NO part of this."

Both of you went back to the living room.

Rachelle sat closely and comfortably next to Vincent, while you grabbed your materials and went upstairs.

On the way up you could hear Vincent's voice.

"(Y/N)'s not staying?"

"No."

"Sad...I wanted to keep talking."

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